#conscio

[sophiaepsiche]

Le due facce del dolore

"Perché in alcune tradizioni il dolore è esaltato, quasi cercato direi, e in altre è considerato qualcosa da superare?"

Perché sono le due facce della stessa medaglia.

Per prima cosa ricordiamo che la gestione del dolore è importantissima perché il dolore è l’emozione spartiacque tra i sentimenti di pace e quelli di distruttività. Non gestire il dolore porta alla distruttività, trascenderlo perfettamente porta all’amore e alla pace. Tra questi due estremi ci sono tanti gradi diversi di gestione: da quella puramente psicologica, ai primi tentativi di elaborazione in solitaria, che portano alla creatività, a quelli di presenza mentale, tipici della meditazione, fino ai risultati di trascendenza.

Chiunque abbia già una buona capacità di trascendenza del dolore ‘personale’ comincia a star meglio degli altri, non perché gli giungano meno colpi o abbia meno ostacoli ma perché li supera sempre meglio. Su questo mi soffermo un attimo per farvi notare che è sempre la pratica ad elevarsi e migliorare, mai il resto. Nessuno dovrebbe mai porsi limiti sulla pratica, i limiti dettati dalla natura umana sono più che sufficienti. Sappiamo teoricamente che esiste un grado talmente ottimale da non richiedere più uno sforzo ma il modo di arrivarci è di praticare sempre. I miei maestri, che non finirò mai di ringraziare, sono chiarissimi su questo punto.

Più capiamo che è la consapevolezza a risolvere tutto, meno la lasceremo andare. Meno la lasceremo andare e più risolverà tutto.

Tornando al dolore, quello che succede in chi supera ormai facilmente quello personale è molto importante: può cominciare a trascendere il dolore collettivo. Avendo compreso il carattere spartiacque del dolore, capirete che questo significa cominciare ad eliminare la distruttività dal mondo. Capite l’importanza evolutiva di queste persone? Forse no e purtroppo non si può dimostrare. Comunque, sebbene sia proposto in modo diverso nelle varie tradizioni, è una cosa naturale ed è presente in ogni insegnamento.

In oriente è generalmente più esaltato l’effetto positivo delle pratiche meditative: la serenità, la calma, la pace e si tende a dire meno che il realizzato è una specie di ‘macchina mangia karma’. Si sa che è così e gli stessi illuminati a volte lo ammettono ma si dà più risalto al fatto che ne rimangono imperturbati. In occidente, soprattutto nel cristianesimo, è più esaltato il concetto di sacrificio, dell’offerta del dolore a Dio per salvare l’umanità, nello specifico per salvare ‘i peccatori’. Capisco che la terminologia cristiana è meno moderna e allettante ma è esattamente ciò che avviene. È formulato diversamente ed ha una sua peculiare missione per la salvezza dei distruttivi, che nelle altre religioni non c'è. Qui i concetti di ‘salvatore’ del mondo, per quanto riguarda Gesù, e di ‘co-redentori’, per i santi, sono da prendersi, per quanto mi riguarda, alla lettera. I santi non invitano il dolore per masochismo ma per consolidata capacità di trascendenza e il fatto di farsi carico del dolore di altri per offrirlo a Dio rappresenta il loro motivo, ad imitazione di Cristo, esempio più straordinario mai giunto al mondo di tale capacità d'amore e di sacrificio per gli altri.

Il bilanciamento tra i due atteggiamenti apparentemente diversi, negli insegnamenti, è da cercarsi nell’eterna lotta tra conscio e inconscio. La pratica non è altro che questo.

La barriera del ‘personale’ è già molto ridotta nei praticanti esperti e le sensazioni in entrata, anche negative, non vengono neanche sempre percepite come proprie. So di ripetermi ma non è l’inconscio ad essere collettivo, è il collettivo ad essere inconscio. Qualsiasi sensazione salga al conscio, a prescindere se accompagnata o meno dalla sensazione ‘personale’, è un fenomeno collettivo. Questo il praticante esperto lo sa solo più degli altri.

Quando si presenta un’emozione sgradevole sa restare pienamente attento e fermo, in perfetta comunione con essa, determinandone la scomparsa.

Più fa questo, per i sentimenti, e più capisce e si allontana dal pensiero psichico, più acquisisce una sorta di trasparenza, dovuta proprio alla mancanza di barriera ‘personale’. Tale barriera, il nostro ego, è infatti solo un insieme di pensieri incessanti che riguardano il personale e di resistenze inconsce alle sensazioni che non vogliamo, il che sfocia, a seconda della gravità, in vari gradi di distruttività. Più va via la sensazione personale, più importante diviene il ruolo evolutivo dell’individuo per la collettività e più grande è la pace che egli prova. Questo è il secondo punto d'incontro che, nonostante la differenza tra terminologie, troviamo in tutti gli insegnamenti.

La pace è la meta di tutti.

‘Vi lascio la pace, vi do la mia pace’ dice Gesù. Anche se più sottolineata negli insegnamenti orientali, la pace è il risultato per tutti e, per fortuna, non è solo la meta finale, perché ogni tentativo di trascendenza, o anche di mera elaborazione del dolore, sarà ricompensato da una pace mai provata prima. Questa ricompensa spetta a qualsiasi praticante di qualsiasi livello. Intraprendere davvero questo cammino vuol dire cominciare ad accumulare talmente tanti vantaggi da non poter più neanche immaginare di vivere come prima.

Questa pace è da guadagnarsi interiormente attraverso ciò che, nel linguaggio meditativo, è presentata come ‘igiene mentale’, e, in quello devozionale, è espressa come ‘coscienza pulita’. Sono la stessa identica cosa. Qualsiasi sia il tuo maestro e la tua tradizione, o anche se non credi a niente e nessuno, la pace puoi averla se pulisci i contenuti psichici. Per farlo devi renderli dapprima consci, ed ecco le due facce della medaglia: la prima faccia del dolore non è tanto gradevole e dobbiamo imparare in primis ad accoglierlo, senza condanne o giustificazioni, senza resistenze, altrimenti non sale al conscio. Quando si presenta va ‘cercato’, proprio come dici nella domanda. Dopo tale accoglimento e in virtù di una totale comunione viene poi trasceso o ‘superato’… e arriva la pace, la seconda faccia del dolore.

Se si è molto pratici i due aspetti diventano quasi impercettibili, poiché meno c'è resistenza più c'è trasparenza.

Quando la purezza aumenta, infatti, si comincia una pratica più profonda in cui si trascende l’ego stesso e non più i contenuti psichici. Diverse tradizioni danno diversi nomi a questa pratica: ‘dimorare indipendente’, ‘dimorare nel sé’, dimorare nella ‘vacuità’, nel ‘silenzio’, nel ‘cielo’ dell’anima, nella ‘consapevolezza’, nell’‘auto-attenzione’, a volte lo chiamo samadhi. Qui si comincia a morire alla carne e a rinascere allo spirito. La sensazione di essere materia va via e l’evanescenza rivela la nostra vera natura. Che lo si chiami spirito, coscienza, consapevolezza o non lo si definisca affatto non importa, la cosa essenziale è che questa leggerezza la sperimenterai tangibilmente ogni volta che trascenderai il dolore, a qualsiasi livello lo farai, e potrai spingerti fin dove vorrai, anche fino al punto di non volerla più lasciare!

La teoria da sola non ha mai portato la pace a nessuno, la pratica sì.

Buona sperimentazione!

[elbiotipo]

I hate that in the popular vision of biopunk, "biological machines" and biotech look like gross body horror nonsensical pieces of crap with no rhyme or reason

(bioforges from Orion's Arm)

When the most efficient "biomachines" we know, able to turn mere air water and sunlight into all sorts of useful products, look like this:

[littlehatmouse]

i never post on here and i feel bad so i will throw some sketches at you

[meissashush]

So, something new to keep track of.

The tags Niji and Nijijourney are in reference to AI art.

I'm not going to stand on a soapbox and try to sway anyone's minds about anything, but I personally don't enjoy engaging with or seeing AI art. There's too many ethical concerns and not enough oversight. If I see someone using it, they're being blocked. If I accidentally reposted any work containing it before realizing it, I'm sorry and I will look to remove it.

Artist block sucks, but I'm not using AI to write my fics and I don't enjoy seeing it in art of any kind.

Make your own decisions, and make your own damn art.

[spettriedemoni]

“Rendi conscio l’inconscio e smetterai di chiamarlo destino”

(C. G. Jung)

[elllisaaa]

how seventeen would confess to you - hhu vers.

-> pairing : svt hhu × gn!reader

-> words count : 2.9k words

-> genre : svt members crushing on you, fluff

-> warnings : while make you giggle and kick your feet

-> sorry if I made any mistakes, english is not my first language.

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated !

-> masterlist | svt masterlist

hhu vers. | vu vers. | pu vers.

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL - INTIMATE

cuddles, cuddles, cuddles !

once he tackled you on the couch or bed and you’re in his arms, you’re not getting up for at least an hour. 

watching long shows together, and you’re forbidden from watching even one episode without him, or he’ll get so pouty. 

big golden retriever energy, he’s always so smiley around you.

but also big on protecting you.

he’s the type to say “dress how you want, i can fight”, and he will definitely fight if needed.

always has an arm around you, making you feel safe in every situation

since both of you are friends since as far as you can remember, he’s like another member of your family.

i can literally picture your aunts asking you when you’re gonna marry him at every gathering lmao

with all of that, the line between friendly and romantic feelings is blurred, but cheol wished he had the courage to fully cross it. 

however, everyone and their mothers knew about his big crush on you, and about yours on him. 

his confession would be so domestic crying because i’m lonely. 

It wasn’t uncommon for you to cross paths with Seungcheol late at night. Just like you, he often got thirsty and you always ended up staying in the kitchen until the early hours of morning, and being sleepy at the family gathering. And this time was not different. Well, it was, in fact, a bit different. You had been aboard for the past year and only got back to Korea a few weeks before, so both of you hadn’t really seen each other and you had a lot to catch up on about your lives. 

“- And after that, this bitch didn’t even dare to look me in the eyes for the rest of the year ! Can you believe this ?

- I don’t like to judge people I don’t know, but she’s indeed a bitch.”

Both of you bursted out in laughter, and your heart felt warmer again. It was as if you were finally complete again. Being away from Seungcheol when he had been by your side for the majority of your life was the most difficult thing you ever had to do, and feeling him slip through your fingers as he started to respond less was horrible. He apologized so many times about how busy he was, and you knew it was not his fault, but still, you just wanted to be back home, back in his arms. 

“- Yeah, she definitely is.”

You landed your head on his shoulder with a smile, and Seungcheol feared that you would hear how fast his heart was beating. He was happy for you when you announced to him that you had the opportunity to go aboard for your studies, and he was immensely proud of you. But at the same time, all he wanted to do was convince you to not go and keep you forever with him. But he was only your best friend, and he couldn’t ask you to give up on your dreams for him. But he wished he could be your boyfriend instead. 

“- I have something to confess…”

You lifted your head from his shoulder, looking at him as you waited for his next words. Seungcheol eyes’ dived into yours, and he just knew. He knew that this was the right time, that the particular atmosphere surrounding the two of you would certainly never arise again. He had to do it now.

“- The day you left, I came to say goodbye at the airport, remember ?”

You nobbed. How could you not ? He had engulfed you in a big hug  that made you want to stay, and left you with teary eyes as you got on your flight.

“- I never told you what I did after. I drove off to the park we always played at when we were kids, and I cried on the swings for maybe two hours because all I could think about was that you were not with me. And it felt so wrong.”

Your right hand found purchase on his cheek, forcing him to look down at you as he consciously avoided your eyes since he started to tell you his little story. But your soft smile was the only reassurance he needed.

“- It felt wrong being away from you too. I missed you so much Cheol…

- Me too…”

And just like that, you both leaned in at the same time, your lips meeting in between and suddenly, everything felt right again, as if it was where you were supposed to be - in each other arms. 

“next time i’m squeezing myself in your luggage, i don’t want to spend another night without you in my arms.”

JEON WONWOO - SIMPLE

i don’t know how to explain it, but I’m sure you’ll get it when I say that this man is the definition of soft. 

he’s so cozy, every one of his hugs feels like a warm cocoon (that’s why you always find an excuse to get a hug).

very good at giving advice, and a good listener, he’s always there when you need a shoulder to cry on. 

you were friends with the other members at first, but slowly, you started to grow closer when he discovered how sweet and lovely you were. 

the more he talked with you, the more he found himself hooked.

literally has heart eyes for you (everyone and their mothers know about his crush on you) and would drop everything if you need him.

of course, he’ll be more than happy if you agreed to play video games with him, it doesn’t matter if you’re good at it or not 

it’s even better if you never played, he’ll have an excuse to make you sit on his lap while he teaches you how to use the controller. 

but in the end, he’s a simple guy, and he doesn’t see the point of hiding his crush for too long, but he also wants his confession to be meaningful. 

The boys had organized a big party for your birthday this year, and surprisingly, they succeeded at keeping it a secret until tonight. And the past months spent trying to perfect every little detail was worth it when they saw the big smile on your face and your teary eyes when you recognized your friends and family as you walked through the room. 

And even if Wonwoo couldn’t be more happy than seeing you wander around, laughing and smiling non-stop, he felt a weight on his heart. He wanted to steal you away from all these people, have you all for himself and finally tell you how he felt about you, finally tell you how glad he was to have you in his life. But he couldn’t, and he would never do that. He was just waiting patiently for your eyes to meet in the crowd, and for you to smile brightly at him. Every time you did that, his heart beat faster. 

“- Finally ! I’m so happy that everyone came, but I’m exhausted !

- I can imagine, you’ve been running around the whole night.”

You sighed dramatically as you seated yourself on the couch next to Wonwoo, resting your head on his shoulder. Like a habit, he put his arms around you, bringing you closer to him, just because you were so comfortable around each other that everyone else thought you were already dating. 

“- It’s the best surprise of my life. You guys are my favorites. Thank you for doing this for me.

- You deserved it, that and all the presents we prepared for you.”

You lifted your head from his shoulder, looking at him with a sparkle of curiosity in your eyes. 

“- And what’s yours Wonwoo ?”

He had planned to do it later, when everyone would have left, when he’ll have a moment alone with you. But if this wasn’t a sign that he had to do it now, he didn’t know what it was.

“- It’s not something material. It’s more… Spiritual I’ll say.

- It’s intriguing, tell me what it is.

- My heart. I’m offering you my heart, because you already have it, you did for a long time now, and I wanted to let you know, just in case you were feeling the same about me.”

Wonwoo knew how emotional you could get, but he didn’t expect you to cry from his confession. Still, he wiped your tears away, waiting for you to calm down with a soft smile on his face.

“- I feel the same, I’ve been feeling the same for so long. You have my heart too.”

“I’ll take care of it, I promise. I’ll always protect you.”

KIM MINGYU - JOYFUL

100% golden retriever energy

you would often tease him along with the members (because we all know that seventeen ultimate goal is to make fun of mingyu)

partner privilege : would not get as pouty as with his members, all it takes is a smile from you and you’re forgiven.

however, when you tease him about how being so muscular but so afraid of everything is a shame, he’ll be like a child throwing a tantrum. 

pouting until you compliment him (and cannot stop blushing once you do, he’s so cute someone help me).

tries to impress you all the time by flexing his muscles, showing how strong he is. 

he’s so obvious please, this boy cannot hide his love for you.

follows you everywhere like a lost puppy, just in case you need him (he’s adorable).

he feels so comfortable around you because beyond all the teasing, you’re very understanding and kind. 

you’re always here to remind him how amazing he is every time he doubts himself. 

and because he feels so comfortable around you, his confession would slip like it was the most natural thing ever. 

Mingyu always had a tendency to show off his skills whenever you were in the same room as him. Yes, he felt an incredible ego boost when you complimented him about his muscles, but what he took real pride in was how much he was able to make you laugh. He always feared that his jokes were lame, or just not your type of humor, but every time he cracked one, you bursted into giggles. And by the way you were beaming, there was no way that you were faking it. 

And he always managed to make you laugh in all types of situations, chuckling and resisting the urge of kicking his feet like a teenager everytime you hitted his shoulder playfully as you tried to contain your own giggles. Mingyu was addicted to the way your eyes were glowing with joy everytime you just smiled. However, he discovered that the easiest way to get you to laugh was to tell you all the stupid things his members did. Like now, as you were crying from how funny you found the story of Seungkwan volley ball. 

“- He really only discovered it when he saw that video ?

- Yeah, really ! You should’ve seen the betrayal in his eyes, it was priceless !”

And you were laughing again, your head thrown back, tears almost spilling out of your eyes. But Mingyu wasn’t laughing anymore, too lost in his contemplation, because you were literally a work of art to him. Every single detail about you was perfect, the more he discovered, the more he wanted to be yours.

“- Your smile is so beautiful, gosh… I love you so much…”

The melody of your giggles died as soon as you registered the meaning of his words. Silence enveloped the both of you as you stared at him as if you were trying to enter his mind and find all the answers to your questions. And Mingyu was forcing himself to keep his mouth shut, and not embarrass himself further, already cursing himself in his head for being so careless.

“- Wha- What did you say ?”

Mingyu was too focused on his overthinking to notice the little grin spreading on your lips. Of course, you already knew that he had a crush on you. Of course, you had a crush on him too because who doesn’t ? And of course, it was very cute to watch him stumble over his words with red cheeks. 

“- I-I said that you have a beautiful smile…

- And after that ?

- Don’t want to tell you.”

You giggled as you leaned in to peck his warm cheeks, restraining yourself from going in for his pouty lips too.

“- Well, just know that I love you so much too Gyu.”

“see, you heard it perfectly ! but i’ll tell you a hundred times if you want me to.”

CHWE HANSOL - BRIGHT

he’s so random, like one minute he could joke along with you and the other he’s asking you the most existential question possible, fully serious about it. 

like we say vernon is just vernoning in the most vernon way possible. 

he's very chill about pretty much everything so it's really soothing to be around him.

he's your go-to person when you want to isolate yourself from the rest of the world because you could spend evenings just watching tv and not saying a word to each other

there's also times where both of you end up talking about your lives until the early hours of the morning. 

your relationship feels like it's all natural, there has never been an awkward state, only comfort. 

it's like hansol had known you for years because he felt so at ease every time you were with him. 

you made him feel like he was special and normal at the same time, and even if he doesn't show it often, he really appreciates it. 

you two liked to stay inside so it was rare for you to go out somewhere, but it was always unexpected and when it happened. 

hansol knew that you liked to be surprised, and often showed up on his days off to take you somewhere without telling you.

that's why you weren't shocked when he picked you up at 5 in the morning, on a random Sunday. 

“- Can I at least choose the music ?

- Go on.”

Hansol handed you his phone which was connected to the speakers of his car, letting you put on whatever song you wanted. He owed you this with how early he forced you to get out of bed on one of your days off. But he really wanted to take you to this spot he loved. He played it off as one of his random wishes, but he planned this in his mind for a long time, not all the details, but he knew he wanted to bring you there to tell you how he felt. 

He watched with a small smile on his lips as you opened the window, one of your favorite songs playing as you let the wind hit your face and make your hair fly all over your face. Hansol quickly focused on the road again, seeing that he was near your destination, he asked you to close your eyes.

“- Are we there ?

- Almost.”

The rest of the way was quiet, a comfortable silence settling between the two of you. When you finally felt that Hansol had stopped the car, you heard him go out of the driver seat to get to your side and help you get out too, ordering you to keep your eyes closed. He pushed you to take some steps forward before he finally authorized you to see what was in front of you.

“- You took me to the ocean ?”

You didn’t even turn around to look at him, too entranced by the sight in front of you. And all Hansol could do was smile when he saw how parkly your eyes were. 

“- I guess that I wanted you to see the sunset.”

You were rather speechless as Hansol got a blanket out of his car, leading you to the beach for you two to watch the sunrise on the horizon. He contemplated you as you ran around, touching the water to see if it was cold or not before finally sitting down beside him, your head finding his place on his shoulder, and his arms around yours.

“- Thank you for bringing me there… It’s beautiful…

- I wanted to make it special.”

Before you could even ask him what he was talking about, Hansol leaned in, his eyes fixed on your lips, and yours on his. Basking in the warm light of the sunset, he kissed you for the first time but certainly not the last, a smile spreading on his face as he rested his forehead against yours. 

“i think i could get used to this.”

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[fr3akshow-d4rlin]

A BASEBALL MISHAP

Kim Je-Hyuk x reader

Warnings: reader cries, bruises?, wacked in the face with a baseball 😭😭

Word count:around 2k ish

A/n: the more i thought of this plot it reminded me of a time when i was playing softball and instead of swinging the bat when the ball got thrown it hit me in the eye, and broke my glasses 😐🫡i cried a lot

It was a warm, sunny afternoon—the kind where the sky stretched endlessly above, a brilliant blue with not a cloud in sight. The baseball field was quiet, almost deserted, except for you and Jehyuk. He had begged you to come out here with him after school, claiming he needed someone to "practice his throwing arm" with. But you had a feeling it wasn’t just about baseball. Jehyuk had this energy about him, always looking for new ways to spend time with you, no matter how random or silly it seemed.

"Come on, just one throw," he grinned, tossing you a baseball. His eyes were sparkling with that familiar mischief, the one that made you feel both annoyed and charmed at the same time.

You raised an eyebrow, eyeing the ball warily. "You know I’m terrible at this, right?"

Jehyuk smirked, stretching his arm. "Doesn't matter. I'll teach you. You'll be a pro by the end of this."

You sighed dramatically but couldn't hide your smile. "Fine. But if I throw it like a total disaster, you're not allowed to laugh."

"No promises," he teased, readying himself. "Now, aim and throw it back. And remember, don't aim for my head." He grinned, making a dramatic gesture toward his own head, pretending to shield it like he was about to face a dangerous fastball.

You snorted, shaking your head. "I'll try not to, but no promises on my aim."

You hesitated for a moment, then tossed the ball. To your surprise, it went pretty straight, not a perfect throw, but it was definitely not terrible. Jehyuk caught it easily with one hand, flashing you a smug grin.

"See? Told you," he said with a wink. "Not bad at all."

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. "Okay, okay, you were right. But you know, I think I deserve a break after that."

Jehyuk's expression immediately shifted to one of exaggerated seriousness. "A break? Oh no, we can't let your skills slip now," he said, launching the ball back toward you. This time, he added a little extra force to it, not really thinking about the power he was putting into the throw.

You barely had time to react. The ball came speeding toward you with an almost unfair amount of force, and before you could even raise your arms to catch it, WHAM—the ball hit you square in the face.

The impact wasn’t just sudden; it was shocking. You stumbled backwards, your hands flying to your face as pain radiated through your nose and cheek. You didn’t even have time to process it before your vision blurred with tears. It hurt, but there was something else in the mix—a strange mix of embarrassment, shock, and a bit of frustration.

"Ow!" you cried out, unable to stop yourself from rubbing the spot where the ball had hit. Your eyes watered, and you bit down on your lip, trying not to make a scene.

But Jehyuk—of course—was already rushing over to you, his face falling into an expression of pure horror.

"Oh my God, Y/N!" His voice was frantic, high-pitched with panic. "I didn’t mean to, I swear. Are you okay?"

You blinked a few times, trying to keep the tears from spilling over. "I’m fine," you muttered, even though the sting from the ball was sharp, and your face was already starting to feel a little swollen.

"No, you’re not!" Jehyuk said, his eyes wide with guilt. "You’re bleeding. We need to get you to the nurse." His voice cracked slightly as he spoke, and that only made you feel worse. He sounded so genuinely concerned.

"I’m okay," you insisted, trying to laugh it off, but your voice wavered. "I swear, it’s not that bad."

But Jehyuk was already pulling you by the hand, guiding you toward the school building with surprising urgency.

---

When you arrived at the nurse’s office, you felt a little self-conscious. You hated feeling so vulnerable, especially when it was over something so ridiculous. You never thought something as simple as a baseball throw could leave you feeling so shaken.

The nurse, who was always kind, took one look at you and immediately started fussing. She gently probed at your nose, checked your face, and then insisted you sit on one of the beds to rest while she got some ice for your swelling.

Jehyuk sat beside you, practically hovering. His gaze never left you, and he kept glancing at the nurse like he was ready to rush into action if she even slightly overestimated your injuries.

"I’m really sorry," he repeated, for the hundredth time, his voice low. "I didn’t mean to hurt you. I swear, I thought I was just tossing it lightly, but I must’ve put too much force into it—"

"Jehyuk," you interrupted softly, still feeling the slight burn of tears at the back of your eyes. You weren’t sure why, but the situation was getting to you more than it should have. "It’s really okay. It was an accident."

But Jehyuk wasn’t listening. He was still blaming himself, and the more he did, the worse you felt. You hated seeing him like this, so frustrated and upset over something that wasn’t his fault. The last thing you wanted was for him to feel like he’d broken something.

As the nurse walked away for a moment to get more supplies, Jehyuk took your hand in his, squeezing it gently. You looked up at him, but he wouldn’t meet your gaze. His brow was furrowed, and his lips were pressed into a tight line.

"You’re really upset," you said quietly. "It was an accident, Jehyuk. You didn’t mean it."

He exhaled sharply, rubbing his face with his free hand. "I still hurt you. And that’s not okay. I promised I’d protect you." His voice was softer now, vulnerable in a way you rarely heard. "I don’t want to be the reason you’re in pain."

You blinked back the tears, trying to hold it together, but you couldn’t stop the sob that caught in your throat. You hadn’t realized how much you needed to hear that from him—how much you wanted him to care that much. The tears started to slip, but they were quiet, only just enough to betray your emotions. It wasn’t loud or dramatic, but it was real.

"Oh, Y/N..." Jehyuk’s voice cracked as he pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you in an embrace. His body was warm, and despite everything, you could feel his heartbeat thundering against yours. "I didn’t mean to make you cry. Please, don’t cry. I’m so sorry. I just... I just care about you so much."

You leaned into him, letting him hold you as you fought to calm down. The tears came in little bursts, just enough for the tension to leave your chest, but Jehyuk didn’t let go of you. Instead, he gently cupped your face.

" it’s my fault," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, as if trying to convince himself. "I should’ve thrown it softer, should’ve been more careful. You shouldn't be sitting here because of me."

You could see the weight of his guilt, the way it was eating at him, and it made your heart ache a little. But before you could reassure him again, Jehyuk leaned forward, and you felt his lips brush against your cheek—just a soft, lingering kiss.

“I’m really sorry,” he whispered against your skin, his lips warm and gentle. It was as if the apology wasn’t enough just with words anymore.

You froze, not expecting him to be so close, but before you could react, he kissed you again—this time on the other cheek, his lips light and soft, pressing in an almost rhythmic pattern. He was kissing you like he was trying to erase the moment, trying to make everything better, to show you just how much he cared.

One kiss after another, he peppered your face with the sweetest apologies, each kiss accompanied by soft murmurs of “Sorry,” “I didn’t mean it,” “I’ll make it right.” His kisses were gentle, almost like he was afraid to hurt you further, his lips brushing tenderly against your skin, following the curve of your jaw, and then back to your forehead.

With each kiss, the tension in your chest seemed to melt a little more, the pain in your face not as sharp anymore. You couldn't help but smile softly, even as the tears from earlier had barely started to dry. Jehyuk was always like this—trying so hard, giving everything, even in the smallest ways.

“I forgive you,” you whispered, your voice a little shaky, but sincere. "You didn’t mean to, and it’s okay."

Jehyuk didn’t stop kissing you. His lips hovered over your cheek again, this time brushing softly over the spot where the baseball had hit you. He kissed it gently, almost reverently, as though he could take the pain away by sheer will.

"I’m sorry," he murmured again, his lips lingering just a moment longer on your cheek, before he pressed another soft kiss to your forehead.

You let out a small laugh through your sniffles, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand, even as Jehyuk's kisses continued, tender and never-ending.

“Are you trying to kiss the pain away or something?” you teased, trying to break the quiet tension.

Jehyuk pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his expression a mix of playfulness and sincerity. "Maybe both," he said with a smile that was soft and full of warmth. “I’ll keep doing it until you feel better.”

You shook your head, your heart fluttering in your chest at how sweet he was. “You’re ridiculous.”

But despite your teasing, you couldn't hide the smile that tugged at your lips. "I really do feel better now," you whispered, looking up at him, your heart warm with affection.

Jehyuk beamed at you, his eyes soft, as he leaned in one more time, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose.

"I’m glad," he whispered, before pulling you into a tight hug, your forehead resting against his chest. "I’m sorry again, Y/N. I’ll always make it up to you."

You closed your eyes, letting his warmth surround you. "Just don't throw any more baseballs at my face," you muttered with a grin.

He laughed softly, pressing a final kiss to your forehead. "Deal."

"I’m still really, really sorry," he murmured again, and it was starting to feel less like an apology and more like a promise. A promise that he would always do his best for you.

After a few minutes, the nurse returned, placing the ice pack on your face with a gentle smile. "You’re going to be okay. It’s just a bruise. Nothing too serious."

But Jehyuk wasn’t finished. He reached into his bag and pulled out your favorite snacks: a chocolate bar, a packet of chips, and that iced tea you loved. He set them down in front of you with a soft, hopeful look.

"I got you all your favorites," he said, his voice shy but sincere. "I know it doesn’t fix anything, but maybe it’ll make you feel a little better."

You chuckled through your sniffles, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. "You’re unbelievable," you said, shaking your head. "But thank you."

Jehyuk flashed that guilty but endearing grin, and for the first time since the accident, you could see him starting to relax.

"You’re welcome," he said, leaning back against the wall. "And after you’re better, I swear we’ll get ice cream or something. Whatever you want."

You smiled, finally feeling a sense of calm settle over you. "Deal."

As you ate the snacks he’d gotten for you and sat together in the nurse’s office, you realized that even when things went wrong, Jehyuk always knew how to make you feel safe, loved, and cherished. It was just one of the many reasons why you were so glad he was by your side.

A/n: i feel like i made reader too emotional but this is defo how i would react cause im emotional asf 😭😭

[scritti-di-aliantis]

Se ti guarda così, con il mezzo sorriso di chi non accetta dinieghi, sii conscio del fatto che sei nel suo mirino: ti vuole. Ti avrà, è sicuro. Non fare lo spavaldo: non serve. Sei attratto da lei senza via di scampo. Ma la cosa comica è che non avrai più nessuna voglia di scappare, da lei. Una bella donna matura è il massimo della vita.

Aliantis

[tache-noire]

High for the first time notes

1: marionkart is the key to unlock everything but not at night because you will yell

2: 10 minute power hour is good to watch

3: i forget everything right after it happens, but it did hapen. Everything feels like you didnt actually do ot, tou just imagined it happened, but theres proof like discord messages

4: i keep thinking "haha this is gonna be tso funny when im sober to read back" bit then that makes me think "youre faking being high youre engineering your experience" but i dont think i am

5: every once in a while im lucid but its kind of an illusion

6: i want to do so many things but i cant make myself do anything but stream of conscioness on discrd and tumblr. I feel like serial experiments lain

7: this 10 minute power hour episode has felt so fucking long and dan isnt even in it? I dont k ow wbo this guy is ross?

8: tummy hurt

9: i just remembered i was gonna reblog with each number but that might have been obnoxious

10: i want to do so many things but i cant get myself to do it. Is this what "couchlocked" means

11: i cant even get myself to eat the cheez its

12: dan is back

13: i have a little bit of anxiety but obly if i think about it

I think thats everything

[3nding]

Sospetto che sia gli israeliani che i palestinesi sappiano che la guerra non è finita, è in pausa.

Bibi e i suoi vogliono finire il lavoro (sic.) e hamas sta reclutando nuovi miliziani sopratutto tra chi ha perso casa e/o familiari.

Senza un contingente terzo che sia abbastanza folle da dispiegarsi a mantenere la pace una volta rilasciato l'ultimo ostaggio Israele riprenderà a fare ciò che stava facendo conscio che nessuno lo ha fermato né lo fermerà.

Anzi temo che non si arriverà nemmeno all'ultimo ostaggio.

La demolizione e ridicolizzazione di nazioni unite e corte internazionale sono segnali: siamo entrati ancora di più nell'era della prevaricazione.

[sophiaepsiche]

Inconscio, Conscio, Metaconscio. La mappa dell’evoluzione interiore.

INCOSCIENZA DI SE’ – distruttivi - ATTENZIONE FUORI / identificazione materiale

psicopatia: materialismo estremo – distruttivo esterno - carnefice fisico (attenzione esterna e dispersa, identificazione dispersa nella materia: l’altro come oggetto, nessun rimorso, freddezza anche per le conseguenze, pensiero meccanico inconsapevole)

narcisismo maligno: empatia esclusivamente cognitiva – distruttivo esterno - carnefice di tipo psicologico, è un bugiardo seriale e un manipolatore senza scrupoli, vendicativo per necessità identificativa. Identificazione insicura e dipendente dalla materia, dagli altri, dal valore sociale, l’altro è come un oggetto, rimorso cognitivo senza alcun pentimento effettivo. Ha una netta distinzione tra dentro e fuori ossia doppi standard, che lo rendono molto ingiusto. (Attenzione esterna e dispersa, identificazione con il solo corpo, caos mentale, usa prevalentemente il pensiero meccanico subconscio). L’unica via d’uscita è far salire il dolore da cui tanto abilmente si protegge con il controllo. Spesso diventa vittima del male stesso che vuole infliggere, soprattutto se sceglie la vittima ‘sbagliata’: una persona non manipolabile, empatica ma forte ed integra, un praticante spirituale o addirittura un contemplativo, in tal caso viene punito dalla vita e dal karma quasi istantaneamente. Purtroppo solo il dolore, che corrisponde alla riapertura della ferita narcisistica, può risvegliare un intento di cambiamento sincero, seppur lieve ed è per questo che madre natura cerca di avvicinare narcisisti ed empatici. Gli uni possono finalmente affacciarsi al dolore, gli altri devono rendersi immuni dalla manipolazione ed imparare ad accostare la loro naturale compassione alla saggezza, al distacco e alla prudenza (vedi nota a fine articolo).

narcisismo vittimistico: contenimento della distruttività. Poco rimorso per gli altri che si puniscono manipolandoli quasi esclusivamente col vittimismo/sensi di colpa. Invidiano i creativi in modo sottile e mostrano una sottile violenza, un’aggressività sottotono. Sono ancora troppo dipendenti dagli altri e dall’esterno.   (Attenzione bassa e dispersa, identificazione con il solo corpo, debolezza mentale, pensiero meccanico subconscio).

uscita dal narcisismo distruttivo esterno: in un tentativo di contenimento maggiore della distruttività, si passa ad essere auto-distruttivi – vittime dei narcisisti – deboli – manipolabili - co-dipendenti e dipendenti. La svolta è cambiare lo strumento introducendo la consapevolezza oltre al pensiero meccanico, ossia alzando l’attenzione, così inizia l’uso della capacità critica esterna. La morale è ancora eteronoma e vacillante, ma comincia a cambiare grazie alla consapevolezza. Inizia ad accennarsi un’identificazione più circoscritta, eliminando e purificando la distruttività.

- crisi importante -

CONOSCENZA DELLA VITA – creativi esterni - ATTENZIONE FUORI e NEL CORPO / identificazione col corpo: materia/vita

biofilia: consapevolezza e pensiero meccanico/ragionativo. Avendo una maggiore dimestichezza con la consapevolezza esterna, si distaccano naturalmente dai valori malsani del mondo e degli altri. Cominciano a puntare l’attenzione dentro, nel corpo, si ritirano spesso e si purificano in solitudine. Con l’attenzione puntata al corpo, riconoscono in sé e nell’altro la sacralità della vita, diventando finalmente biofili. Inizia l’equanimità, il rispetto della vita, l’empatia connaturata, la morale autonoma. Amano la vita e la creatività. Esprimono i propri talenti. Sono individui psicologicamente ‘maturi’ e relativamente sicuri. Possono stagnare a questo livello per molto tempo sentendosi arrivati o realizzati. Le rimanenti tracce di narcisismo sono sub-consce. Quando salgono al conscio sono spesso giustificate perché ritenute giuste e naturali.

- crisi importante -

CONOSCENZA MENTE/CORPO – purificazione elementi distruttivi interni ATTENZIONE NELLA MENTE / identificazione con la vita/mente

pratica spirituale: la conoscenza della mente rende conscio l’inconscio ed ogni traccia di narcisismo residuo. Vera meditazione: consapevolezza interiore molto perseverante. Si usa in prevalenza il pensiero ragionativo e quello semplicemente organizzativo e si comincia a scartare e trascendere quello meccanico.

crisi detta ‘notte dei sensi’ – profonda purificazione dei sensi e degli attaccamenti che porta al battesimo nello spirito – satori – risveglio – illuminazione.

CONOSCENZA DI SE’ - contemplativi ATTENZIONE NELLO SPIRITO / identificazione mente/spirito.

Dopo aver reso conscia la propria natura in quanto coscienza pura o spirito, sorge la capacità di samadhi, di contemplazione,  di nididhyasana, tutti sinonimi di silenzio mentale protratto con attenzione molto alta. Questo rende possibile la conoscenza dello spirito, detta anche consapevolezza della consapevolezza, auto-attenzione, atma-vichara, auto-indagine, dimorare nel sé, nel silenzio, nel nous,  nella vacuità, nello spirito santo.  I contemplativi possono passare un lungo periodo in cui fanno avanti e indietro con l’attenzione, tra mente e sé. Il divario e il conflitto che emerge da questo andirivieni serve ad aumentare il desiderio di raccoglimento. Si scopre che l’unica soluzione è di restare il più possibile nel silenzio a prescindere dalle situazioni esterne, durante ogni tipo di attività o inattività.  L’ego (o il narcisismo) comincia a morire del tutto.

crisi detta ‘notte dell’anima’ – ultima purificazione

METACOSCIENZA DI SE’ – identificazione naturale col sé.

La meta-coscienza di sé è ora naturale e senza sforzo, si è uno col divino e manifestazione piena del divino: l’evoluzione è completa. La consapevolezza è imperante e il pensiero non è più psichico. Nessuna differenziazione è più presente tra sé e gli altri, si conosce l’Uno in ognuno, il Sé di tutti. L’amore e la saggezza sono connaturati. Si porta in manifestazione l’infinito potenziale solitamente limitato dall’ego.

ps. il termine ‘narcisismo’ qui si riferisce in generale all’identificazione estroflessa e non centrata nel nostro vero sé. Invito però tutti i miei lettori che sono perlomeno biofili ed empatici, se non praticanti spirituali, a farsi una cultura psicologica sul fenomeno del ‘narcisismo maligno’, che io conosco per esperienza diretta e da ‘sopravvissuta’ e che non posso descrivere come uno psicologo. Per noi della ‘triade luminosa’ è importantissimo capire come trattare con la ‘triade oscura’, è contro-intuitivo e spesso sembra andar contro ad alcune nozioni spirituali un po’ troppo teoriche e romantiche. Di noi, solo il contemplativo si salva senza alcuno sforzo dagli attacchi narcisistici, per gli altri c’è davvero bisogno di conoscenza per riconoscerli e relazionarsi (se proprio inevitabile), c’è bisogno di forza, integrità e libertà dai condizionamenti di stampo spirituale.

[raccontidialiantis]

La sposa vergine

Ormai l'ha sposata. Ma non sa nulla; ha passato l'ultima sera da scapolo assieme agli amici in un locale, con birra a fiumi e un paio di ragazze che al momento giusto si sono lentamente denudate. Che hanno fatto uno spogliarello a mestiere e gli hanno fatto passare sotto al naso quello che d'ora in avanti potrà solo sognare, vista la dedizione in esclusiva alle risorse dello stesso tipo della donna che domani avrebbe sposato.

Lei invece il giorno prima del matrimonio è uscita di casa e ha detto addio a modo suo all'uomo che avrebbe veramente voluto per sé, ma che invece è già impegnato da anni. L'ha amato appassionatamente e l'ha accolto dentro di sé più e più volte, in tutte le collaudate maniere tipiche di chi si ama da tempo. E hanno goduto venendo assieme diverse volte, quel pomeriggio.

Ben sapendo nel profondo dell'anima che comunque avrebbero continuato a vedersi immediatamente dopo il ritorno dal viaggio di nozze. Lo sposo non ne sa molto, in fatto di donne. La sua sposa invece sa bene come muoversi, nelle vicende di sesso e uomini: ogni volta che lui fa il geloso o dubita, lei mette su il musetto imbronciato e fa l'offesa. Lui crolla subito: le porta dei fiori e le chiede scusa, ben conscio e rassicurato di avere al fianco una compagna devota e pudica. La sua mogliettina bellissima e fedele.

RDA

[ertrauma]

Collapse at the fitness center

The doors from the ER spring open and the paramedics rolls the stretcher in. On it lies a young female how is intubated and her eys half open. A paramedic ventilates her with the ambu bag. her top is already cut down and ecg electrodes and lines are on her nude chest as well as a bp cuff on her arm.

One of the paramedics briefs the team in the ER:

"This is Karin, 42 years old, she was collapsed in the fitness studio. we had to reanimate her on scene and after two shocks her circulatory was back. On ambulance ride she was awake and her vitals weak. But for 4 ago minutes she losed anew the conscioness. She is intubated and ventilated."

The ER team is ready to take her.

“Okay let’s get her on the trauma bed” command the team leader.

“Everybody ready? In one, two and three…”

Karin is transfer on the trauma bed and the team starts the work on her immediately. They disconnect the ecg-lines and the bp cuff from the ambulance team and connects her to the monitor in the ER. A doctor removes the ambu bag from the et-tube and connects it on the ventilator in the ER. A nurse cut open the rest from her top and sports bra and stick some ecg pads on her nude chest.

A doctor listens with the stethoscope to her lungs to check the intubation.

“Okay, her lungs are ventilated both sides”

Then he listens to her heart, and he listens her vein in her neck too.

Now Karin will be stripped totally nude. Nurses take off her shoes and socks and her jogging pants and her panties are quickly cut open.

“We need a second IV” commands the doctor.

“BP is 80/60 and O2 saturation is 89” calls a nurse.

Another doctor takes a blood draw and gives the vial a nurse.

“Trauma lab we need the blood values asap” he tells.

A doctor shines with the otoscope in her eyes to test her pupil’s reaction.

“Pupils are equal and reactive” he says.

Additional ecg pads are attached on her arms and legs by a nurse. Then the electrodes are connected with the monitor. A nurse search for a vein in her arm for the second IV but she cannot find a vein.

“Damn, I can’t find a vein and I can’t put an IV-needle on her arm” calls the nurse with a little bit hectic.

"Search a vein in her feet and put the IV-needle there." calls the doctor.

The doctor goes to her groin and feels the pulse on her femoral artery aside her nude hairy vagina. Then he goes to her feet and palpates the pulse on each foot.

The nurse checks Karin's feet for a visible vein for the second IV. She finds one and places the infusion needle in a vein on her ankle. The second access is ready.

“Pulse on her femoral are palpable and on her left foot too, the pulse on her right foot is heavy palpable and very weak” calls the doctor and a nurse on a PC documented the information.

Suddenly her heart stops anew, and the monitor sounds the alert.

“Beep, beep, beep” it echoes into the ER.

“We have no sinus rhythm she goes vfib.” calls a nurse.

The team rolls quickly the cart with the defi device aside the trauma bed.

“Okay charging on 200” commands the doctor.

The defibrillator loads and is ready. The doctor graps the paddles and hold them over her chest.

"Everybody stays back"

The doctor puts the paddles on her nude chest.

"And shock"

Karin jerks as the shock goes through her.

"Clear" calls the doctor.

The team looks at the monitor and it still show the vfib.

“We give her epinephrine. “

The doctor gives the epinephrine about the second Iv in her ankle.

"Okay we shock her anew"

"The defi is charging" tells a nurse.

The doctor holds the paddles anew over her chest and is ready to shock her.

"Charged"

"Everybody stays back"

Again, the paddles are put on her chest and the doctor commands:

"And shock"

Karins nude body jerks again and now the monitor shows a sinus rhythm.

"We have a sinus rhythm, and her vitals are back"

The doctor puts the stethoscope on her chest and listens to her heart.

“Her heart rate is regular and strong I hope she stay stable” tells the doctor with hopeful voice.

Her pulse on her femoral and on each foot are tested again. A nurse prepares a catheter set for a urine catheter.

"Pulse on her femoral and on both feet are strong and palpable, her circulation is stable" reported a nurse.

A nurse registers her to the ICU and the team prepares her for it.

All her cut up clothing is pull out from under her and packed in a bag.

Another nurse spread slightly her legs and start to clean her vagina. Then she pulls her labia carefully aside and insert a tube in her bladder. After that she fixed the tube with a tape on her thigh and connect the tube on the urine bag.

“Catheter is in” she calls.

Karin is covered and she is transferred out of the ER to the ICU.

[susieporta]

UN AUGURIO CONSCIO DI FINE ANNO

Dissoda il terreno, togli i sassi, togli le erbacce, fertilizza e bagna la terra, pianta i tuoi semi...

E poi spera in un buon raccolto.

La prima parte spetta a te, la seconda all'universo.

Chi vive solo sperando, senza fare niente, pianta i semi della delusione.

Come augurio di buon anno ti auguro di preparare il tuo terreno e di fare una buona una semina...

Il resto non dipende da te.

Rilassati.

Buon Anno a tutti.

Roberto Potocniak

[lunamarish]

Cos'è la vita?

Dostoevskij: È l'inferno. Per Dostoevskij, la vita era una battaglia con le parti più oscure dell'anima umana, un crogiolo di sofferenza in cui ci confrontiamo con le nostre paure e i nostri desideri più profondi.

Socrate: È una prova. La vita è l'esame finale di virtù, saggezza e verità. Per Socrate, una vita non esaminata non vale la pena di essere vissuta.

Aristotele: È la mente. La vita è la ricerca della conoscenza e della ragione, un viaggio per comprendere il mondo attraverso la logica, l'etica e la metafisica.

Nietzsche: È il potere. La vita è la volontà di potenza, uno sforzo per l'auto-superamento e la padronanza delle circostanze, rifiutando l'autocompiacimento e abbracciando la crescita.

Freud: È la morte. Freud vedeva la vita come una tensione tra l'istinto di vita (Eros) e l'istinto di morte (Thanatos), una spinta costante verso la creazione e la distruzione.

Marx: È l'idea. Per Marx, la vita è plasmata dalle condizioni materiali e dalle ideologie che ne derivano, una lotta per creare un mondo di uguaglianza e giustizia.

Picasso: È arte. La vita è creazione, una tela su cui dipingere le nostre passioni, emozioni e sogni, plasmata dall'immaginazione e dall'espressione.

Gandhi: È amore. Gandhi credeva che la vita fosse radicata nella non violenza, nella compassione e nell'amore universale, un viaggio verso la pace e il servizio disinteressato.

Schopenhauer: È sofferenza. Per Schopenhauer, la vita è uno sforzo incessante che porta inevitabilmente al dolore e all'insoddisfazione, temperato solo da momenti di bellezza e arte.

Bertrand Russell: È competizione. La vita è plasmata dai desideri e dalle ambizioni umane, un atto di equilibrio tra interesse personale e progresso collettivo.

Steve Jobs: È fede. La vita è fidarsi del processo, assumersi dei rischi e seguire l'intuizione, anche quando la strada da percorrere non è chiara.

Einstein: È conoscenza. Einstein vedeva la vita come una ricerca per comprendere i misteri dell'universo, guidata dalla curiosità e dallo stupore.

Stephen Hawking: È speranza. La vita è perseveranza di fronte alle avversità, una fede nel futuro e nel potere dell'ingegno umano.

Kafka: È solo l'inizio. La vita è surreale ed enigmatica, spesso assurda, ma apre sempre le porte alla trasformazione e alle possibilità.

Camus: È ribellione. La vita è trovare un significato in un universo senza senso, sfidare l'assurdità con coraggio e passione.

Thoreau: È semplicità. La vita è spogliarsi del superfluo, abbracciare la natura e vivere deliberatamente.

Rumi: È una danza. La vita è un viaggio spirituale, un ritmo di amore e connessione divina intrecciato in ogni momento.

Kierkegaard: È un salto nel vuoto. La vita richiede di abbracciare l'incertezza e di fare passi audaci fondati sulla fede e sull'autenticità.

Epicuro: È piacere. La vita consiste nel massimizzare piaceri semplici e duraturi, riducendo al minimo il dolore non necessario.

Laozi: È armonia. La vita scorre come l'acqua, senza sforzo e allineata con l'ordine naturale dell'universo.

Confucio: È virtù. La vita è svolgere ruoli con integrità, rispetto e impegno verso la comunità e la famiglia.

Carl Jung: È individuazione. La vita è integrare il conscio e l'inconscio, diventando completi e autentici.

Alan Watts: È un gioco. La vita deve essere vissuta e giocata con meraviglia, non presa troppo sul serio.

Victor Frankl: È significato. La vita è trovare uno scopo, anche nelle circostanze più difficili, attraverso l'amore e il servizio.

Simone de Beauvoir: È libertà. La vita è il potere di definire se stessi e rifiutare i ruoli imposti dalla società.

Eraclito: È cambiamento. La vita è un flusso costante, un fiume in cui entriamo una volta prima che scorra di nuovo.

Hegel: È progresso. La vita è un processo dialettico, che avanza attraverso contraddizioni e risoluzioni verso una maggiore comprensione.

Hobbes: È sopravvivenza. La vita nel suo stato naturale è "sgradevole, brutale e breve", e richiede sistemi per mantenere l'ordine.

Rousseau: È libertà nella natura. La vita è più autentica quando torniamo al nostro stato naturale, liberi dalla corruzione sociale.

Marco Aurelio: È accettazione. La vita è abbracciare il momento presente con stoica risolutezza, guidati dalla ragione e dalla virtù.

Seneca: È preparazione alla morte. La vita non riguarda la sua lunghezza, ma la sua qualità, insegnandoci a vivere bene e a lasciar andare con grazia.

Cosa è per te la vita?

[sisif-o]

e sono in costante tensione e scontro fra questi due lati di me

il lato che si preoccupa del domani e il lato che rallenta e si gode l'istante

sto facendo la muta, lascio la preoccupazione e mi trasformo in presenza, conscio che la vita può sempre essere vissuta indipendentemente dal lavoro, dalle bollette, dagli stipendi, consapevole che un problema è tale perché ha una soluzione

e che non importa trovare la soluzione, basta non considerare il problema